Movies, Movies, Movies

One of my only goals for this weekend was to see JACKASS NUMBER TWO in a fitting environment. That happened, and then some. Court Street, 12:15am Saturday night. An almost packed theatre of eager kids. Nate, Jesse, and myself. Walking out of the theatre ninety minutes later, I felt physically battered, like I'd just ridden a roller coaster while giggling through a mushroom trip. I remember thinking they could put the genre safely to bed after the first one, for there was no way to top that film's content, but I was wrong. I still can't really believe what I saw. To be completely honest, at first I had this weird freakish hunch that they were faking or CGI-ing certain things, but by the end, those suspicions were obliterated. Everyone knows by now that the Jackass phenomenon is an issue of personal taste, but I am 100% on board with what those guys are doing. For me, it's the gleeful, giddy abandon with which they live their lives that makes them so charming. I recommend you see it in a crowded late-night theatre with an eager audience. It really is an unforgettable experience.

On the other side of the spectrum (though it shouldn't be), tomorrow brings a four-film day at the NYFF, followed by a five-film whopper on Tuesday. After that, it's back to the standard 10am and 2pm routine.

I'm officially off and running with THE WIRE, which has gotten me hooked after only five episodes. Hurry up, US Postal Service, and bring me disc three, damn it!